Rant #410

I hate that my mother still controls me at the age of 32. They ask me to take care of my mother. They ask me to give in. Without asking me if I'm okay after my father passed away. As if my sadness doesn't matter. Even though I really wanted to go with my father. And I've tried to take care of and accompany her. But often it goes unrecognized. Even when it comes to getting food, if I take just a little bit, I get scolded as if I were a thief.